After being in here for a few minutes, scanning the place, I would hardly say that THIS is your favorite sport, Sir. More likely, hunting human prey is. Honing your hunting skills is such delight to you. You probably get up early in the morning to sharpen your teeth on rock in order to bite into your fallen prey when you've caught them. You wait, patiently, expectantly, without breathing, without moving; just watching, listening, sniffing at the air, for the slightest movement. Then, you spot it! You stalk slowly and quietly and when the moment of realization arrives, when you know you can, you pounce quickly and fiercely with all of the fervor and strength and blood thirst and savagery of a lion on a young gazelle.
And when savage strength meets savage strength, it's a fight to the death. Maybe.
Nice to meet you.